it’s not about you

Killian turned 13 weeks old yesterday. He is officially three months old today. That means he just finished his fourth trimester!

I’ve tried to capture his favorite thing today lately (besides eat, of course), which is smiling. I wrote last week that he had laughed for the first time. Now he only laughs for his daddy. That’s fine by me. We all know who feeds the kid.

I’ve been trying to figure out what kind of routine he has, so I can plan my day accordingly. This kid does not have one. I thought it went something like this: wake up, be happy and up for a bit, go to sleep, wake up to eat, go to sleep, repeat. stay awake for a bit in the afternoon, sleep. cry while mommy eats dinner. pretend to go to sleep for the next four hours til mommy and daddy are both ready to pass out. wait til mommy and daddy are tired enough to go to bed. coo. be happy. go to sleep.

Now it’s something like: wake up. be happy and up for a while. go to sleep long enough for mommy to attempt to reach for the computer. wake up, eat, stay awake. sleep through lunch. wake up to eat, go to sleep, repeat. wake up while mommy cooks and everyone eats dinner. doze, then go to sleep. next day: stay awake all morning, sleep all afternoon and evening and night. next day: wake up, eat go sleep. repeat.

In other words: NO ROUTINE. But he’s making up for his unpredictability by being, quite possibly, the happiest baby EVER. All he wants is a little love. Really, this kid is a gem. And he doesn’t spit up much anymore. I guess he figured out he doesn’t want to waste his food. I said that to Joshua last night while burping him (Killian, not Joshua), and right after I said it, he let out the wettest burp, as if to say, “you ain’t got a handle on me yet, lady.”

He’s now a pro at grasping things and bringing them to his mouth, so now all his shirts, blankets and toys are perpetually damp. We sit him up in his car seat a lot so he can see us while we eat and whatnot, and anything you put in his lap, he will play with and roll it over and over in his hands.

He’s also starting to wave his arms around all the time, like he’s trying to take off. I’ve started calling him “propeller boy.”

Mostly, I’m getting to know him more and more, and am loving the way Judah will say, “he needs me” or “I hold my Kiwwyian” or “I love my Kiwwyian.” Makes my little stone-cold heart start to melt. I stare at him while he’s sleeping or when he’s staring back at me and I want to squeeze the juice out of him, except that would probably hurt him. So I satisfy myself with smothering him in kisses and sucking on his cheeks and eating his little ears and fingers and toes and rubbing noses with him. I am absolutely falling in love with this little boy.

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